"Can I help you?"

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"Can I help you?"
Hunter's needing advice?
Cas was used to hunter's either wanting to murder him or asking his help but he was unsure as this one approached him.
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'Good day.'
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"So, your first instinct is probably to try and kill me because I'm different," Kerry said, a slight bite to her voice as she made her away towards the man "is that what you do? Kill anything that isn't different?"
She stopped, a few feet in front of him, her face now matching the harshness in her voice. "But, I have a little surprise for you, Tobias, you can't kill me. Isn't that a nice change for you?"
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"Who are you?" Loki snarled, starting to slowly circle the newcomer, eyes narrowing.
((Please excuse my dreadfully long time it takes to answer, I have become horribly sick to the point that I will be going to the doctors. I'll do my best to respond but I don't know if they'll be any good))
"So you're not a demon?"
Ginger on The Rock || Tobias & Tuesday
Of all the places Tuesday had ever been, California was her least favorite. Even with the stark differences in the landscape, everything about San Francisco reminded her of her hometown of Fresno, and with the thoughts of home came the memories of her family…and the inevitable, daunting feeling of loneliness.
However, as she stepped out of her newly-acquired truck, looking across the bay at the target—the infamous Alcatraz—San Francisco was starting so seem pretty fricking cool.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, and Tuesday had already checked into her motel, but it was too late to show up at the crime scene in her FBI pantsuit, so she decided to hit up the nearest bar. If there was any cure for the California blues, alcohol was definitely it.
Tuesday slumped down at the bar and ordered a beer, adding a fully-loaded burger as an afterthought.